Masturbation and Dee

Posted on | January 31, 2011 | 2 Comments | Previous Post Next Post

Guest post by Flexibeast 

(edited to add: now known on this site as Tethys.)

I love masturbation. I don’t see it as a poor substitute for partnersex; for me, it’s sex that I want in its own right.

I’m a highly sexual person, and even when I’m having regular partnersex, I still enjoy masturbating. I often find it very meditative; I orgasm rarely, and orgasm is even more rarely the goal. Instead, I just enjoy the sexual experience, encouraging myself to be “in my body” in a way that, as a rather intellectual person, I’m usually not.

Then, too, as a cock-bodied trans woman, I find it useful to connect positively with my body in the face of dominant societal discourses which would have me believe that having a cock and not a cunt means I’m not a ‘real’ woman. (If it were possible for me to have a cunt as well as I cock, I would be so there.). And just recently, I created a ‘Group Masturbation’ FetLife group, for those of us who enjoy the idea of masturbation as a not-so-solitary vice. Given all this, it should come as no surprise that I recently tweeted:

Here’s some fun: if the idea of me fantasising about you whilst I’m masturbating turns you on, dm me.

I had a reply from the lovely Dee, whose response was “Hell yes!” I was terribly pleased by this, because I think Dee is luscious; delectable even! So I responded in turn:

Next time I masturbate, I’ll fantasise about fucking you doggy-style, gripping your hair to give me purchase.

Dee:  How did you know I love having my hair pulled? Sounds awesome!

Well, my intuition is good, but not /that/ good; I’ve read your FL profile. Also: love the idea of spanking you whilst fucking you.

And indeed, I have since fantasised about Dee whilst masturbating. She’s mentioned on Twitter that, like me, she loves loungeroom orgies. So I’ve been imagining her and I fucking in a room full of other people pleasuring themselves and others, watching as I fill Dee from behind with my cock, spanking the shapely curves of her ass repeatedly whilst I use my other hand to grip her hair by its roots and pull her head back, demanding to hear her tell me how much she needs to be fucked into tomorrow.

I’ve been imagining savouring the feel of her thighs against mine as I claw my fingernails down my back. I’ve been imagining reaching underneath her to cup her bountiful breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples against the palms of my hands. And I’ve been thinking about how I know I won’t be happy until she’s come several times, and in ways such that everyone else in the room is very much aware she’s done so.

Oh my. It’s time to masturbate.

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